Sunday Shenanigans

Sunday cartoons and eating Honey-Nut Cheerios out of a 1-cup measuring cup were days belonging to the early 90s. 

Sunday softball games of rec league and then summer ball mark the late 90s and early 2000s.

Sundays from ‘07 to 2011 were occupied with a ringing phone reminding me of my RA responsibilities.

My Sundays now?

Let me tell ya.

I wake up to the sound of roosters proclaiming the break of dawn and barking dogs who announce the community members walking to an early morning mass.  After tossing and turning trying to get some sweet shuteye I finally decide to wake up to start the day. 

Depending on the morning I work out to some Jillian Michaels or Billy Blanks and then take the coldest shower known to mankind.  I seriously think that the water comes out in icicle form.  Then comes chore time… Sweeping, mopping, and sweeping again.  I do not think my floors will ever be clean enough to walk around barefoot.  I separate my laundry and start the long task of soaking, scrubbing, rinsing, ringing out the water, and hanging to dry.

I then head into town to the market to buy produce, the supermarket to purchase my weekly supply of yogurt for breakfast, and then I meet Mikael, another Peace Corps Volunteer.  Mikael and I head to Centenary, a primary school, to go meet the softball girls.  Due to this being third term at school, which means exams, they have been very occupied with their readings and studies.  Once we arrive to school, we visit with our favorite girls, make bracelets, and tutor them in the subjects they need assistance in.  Now let me preface this by saying that Primary 4 mathematics, the equivalent of fifth grade, makes me feel like I need to take a refresher course.  Their P4 math problems look more like a high school geometry final.  I tend to steer clear of math and science and help with English.     

After a couple hours studying under a tree, the girls pack up their books and bring out the softball bags.  We head onto the field to play a game of pick-up, work on pitching, perfect the art of hitting, and have throwing relay races.  It reminds me of the good ole days of Novato Heat. 

My two days of freedom are filled with a busy schedule of commitments and I would not want it any other way.

Especially when it is spent with my favorite girls.